Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

We know y'all out to drink 'til throw up
We know y'all sittin' on
We y'all reppin' your hood
But how y'all kill

Bounce ass, load them cribs
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz that talk
these muthatfuckaz be scummy
And'll go for the

Ready to ride they holdin' a lick
Thugs the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks
The real gun never run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a blunt

Sippin' with a sack under the nuts
with ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from side to
Niggaz if it's static then me the strap

ride 'til my ride
All the hoes that'll niggaz, with the 'fedi
Let's get up in the club
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the on the block

up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin'
Til a nigga bust, they bustin'
that'll roll them dice and win
Girls with 'fits show the skin

Real niggaz mind best friend at the pen
Real hoes let best friend know about men
I be squeezin' ass
And'll make a glass disappear like a genie
Move to the LOX and

While them backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the could see me
When I Ruff Ryde with
up big babies in a Mercedes
If you herb we got bombs

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the who smoke pot, do stick ups and ball in our hood
do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, ride, hustla feel me

By know everybody should know, that the kid tight
And this kid spit light
And the bitch I don' fucked like last
I don't give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a mic

'Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine I read
Is I buy my gun from it
How many bullets you could digest in that one
I suggest run from it

And the click-click the Calico, I gotta go
Make it, pimp, with a lot of
I'm the muthafucka that's countin' that dough
Cookin' that to a pot of gold

'Cause my rainbow is every color top that cop
I don't I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got money to cop me
A drop, pop enough

Drag, open up by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the up in jeeps, in case y'all creep upon me
I run up on y'all in a cab with a on me
And the on leavin' is me

And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to with me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC the white T
All I do is argue

Double F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the O N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz
your insides open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the up, slow down
Drag, Twista, up
muthafuckaz don't know what's real out here
(They damn don't)
This is 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all impossible
I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you
If your cry there's nothin' I could do

not've fucked with Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, you break it
You booty to shapey, can't it, wanna see you naked
I don' drunk a boo so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin witha a Twista, it's a up

where the shit pick up, let me load this clip up
Lust pour me some liquor, Flame-On and
Let's see if you who'll miss ya
I love the dirty South that's why I gotta dirty that'll burn you out

Tell your bitch I got a that'll turn her out
Especially when I her turn around, I don' hurt her now
Shit'll come and I think it's time to get murdered now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my

You gon' make me a all nighter
Standin' in front of your crib with that gasoline and lighter
Now hit, we miss ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)